Monday, October 15, 2012
Posted by el duque at 5:22 PM
Well, this time, we really stepped in it.
The writers are on us. The announcers are on us. Half the fans in America hate us, and the other half, the ones that love us - Jeez, they're on us, too.
A lot of people love to see the big bad Yankees collapse, because it validates everything they ever believed about New York City, about the East, and about players who make too much money and don't know their place. They revel in every strikeout, every error, every runner we fail to score and every bullet we absorb. Believe it or not, there were Yankee haters out there who laughed when our captain was being helped off the field.
Our captain. Yeah, Derek's not coming with us to Detroit. You know he'd give his kidney to be here, but it's not in the cards. There's only one way to get him back in the dugout before this season is over: We have to beat Detroit. That's how we give Derek Jeter - our shortstop, our friend, our captain - one last chance to be with this team. GODDAMMIT, THERE IS NO OTHER WAY!
Some of you are still stinging from the boos. It's hard to block from your minds the words, the gestures and the sounds. They represent the raw frustration of fans who live and die for this team. They cannot help themselves. And trust me here: If we take Detroit in Detroit, the Tigers - those guys giggling in the dugout last night - will hear the same boos. They will feel the same heat, feel the same pressure, feel the same way that you do.
Last night, we hit rock bottom and then drilled down. It's over. Today, it's time to remember who we are: The New York F--k--g Yankees. Throughout history, one element has always separated The New York F--k--g Yankees from every other team: We don't f--k--g quit. We don't f--k--g relent. We go all nine f--k--g innings, and when it's over, the f--k--g opposition knows it was in a f--k--g fight. The Tigers have not yet seen us f---k--g fight. It's time to show them who the f--k we are: The New York F--k--g Yankees. Godammit, now get out there and win, or Jeter and Mariano will personally beat the f----k---g sh&t out of every last one you. You hear me? NOW DO IT.